D-O-E-N DONE!: The Orangemen really screwed the pooch last night. They lost to Alambama in a game that gives the winner the right to get their ass kicked by UConn on Saturday. None the less, I decided that to watch the game, I should mingle with the former SU alumni and what have you. Paul and I got picked up by Big China, and managed to bitch Chris Au into coming down for the good times. We met up with Kristen Ertel and Marisa at this joint Martells on the East Side. If you showed up in orange, or if you bitched enough, they gave you an orange wristband that entitles you to $3 Bud and Bud Lights. Now you're talking, this alumni shit is finally paying off! At first, i got to the bar, and the dude guest bartending is this kid Dave I used to get fucked up with back during my real Freshman year. I decided I would impress him by ordering a Johnny Walker Black neat. He countered with serving it to me in a faggy wine glass. Yep, Dave has not lost his touch. After sucking down that scotch, and a few BL's later, I stumble off to the bathroom to meet a guy urinating on the floor wearing a John Wallace Syracuse jersey. Might be the highlight of my week. I come back, and I find Paul talking to Little Raver Greg from Sadler back in the day. Like everyone else, he was all metrosexual'd out. Later I ran into this kid Jon who's brother used to live in my house at Syracuse. This also is all on the heals of running into George Malikitis and Colleen at Mad River Grill on Wednesday for Happy Hour. I haven't seen George in 3 years, and completely forgot he lived in Queens. Regardless, I got pretty wasted and almost didn't make it to my big morning breakfast at Bubby's with my boss and other team members! Yikes! That's what getting knocked out of the tourney will do to you.